This morning, the husband was apparently cleaning up the kitchen and left the dish detergent out on the edge of the counter. As soon as we came downstairs, E decided to go in the kitchen, spied the detergent, and started chugging it down. When I walked in, I just stopped, rolled my eyes, took the bottle from her, gave her a bottle of water to drink, and called Poison Control. I can just imagine them knowing me on a first-name basis now. *sigh* Of course, the lady I spoke with said the same thing I thought - she'd be fine, might have a tummy ache, and to give her water to flush it out of her system.
That's time #4 for this year, if you're keeping count. First, it was deodorant. Then, it was contact solution. Then, it was white board cleaner. Now this. When will my child stop being so dangerously curious?!??
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